"Three kids." Jeff grimaces at the revelation. He doesn't know much about this place-- fuck, he doesn't know anything, really-- but at least he's lived a life. He'd still like to have another forty, fifty years, but if he doesn't make it out of here, at least he's had a decent run of things. He's gotten to know some of the highest highs, and he's crashed into rock bottom, and he's climbed his way back out and into something nice. Athena, and the other kids, he'd imagine... Their lives are only just beginning. They deserve a shot.

"And..." He chews on his lip, trying to work out a bigger picture here. "You've been here two months. How many, uh... How many others are there? I mean. Overall."

And how long has the longest resident been here? And also what's your name? Where are you from, what do you do-- so many questions sit at the tip of his tongue, and he wants to ask them all, but as they come up on the street, those questions are immediately displaced by one very important one.

"Why's it so mug-gy out there?" Jeff blinks, then it dawns on him. "Ohhhh... It's muggy outside!" He can't help but smile fondly at the display. That's Athena's, all right. No matter how messed up things might be here, she's still got her Athena-ness intact. "Right on."